To the highway where some old cowboys go Drivers and drifters and rouges Some drink here, some dance here Hear old big boy telling jokes Mom's holding
feelin' and you don't know what is wrong Don't you worry about bother there's a brand new mountain song That's got the whole durn country rockin' with that big
down the canyon For to meet that salty tide Of the big Pacific Ocean Where the sun sinks in the west In the big Grand Coulee country In the land I love
country clown That bails hay all day and don't know how to get down Ain't none of ya'll messing with this country sound Them boys sent me with some new country
never been so torn, should I stay or leave? Get out of this small town, am I lettin' 'em down? I could even play ball somewhere in the fall. Live the big
eternity I wait as others will I walk the hill I held you then I hold you still I held you as I always will And you can have my heart to fill As I walk
across the Mexican with birds Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb Keep my hand on my glock and my ear to the streets I'm a country boi, you can hear
a chronic break weed headache big mistake im high so i put my blunt down turn up my music and dance all around i can't hear the phone i can't hear the
Aiyyo, don't go near the speakers The big showdown, the display is skill I'm the type of guy, so put your girl on the pill Take a family snap shot, kiss
know about them country fried sessions? Does that Likwit hit in '97, answer all yo' questions? Kentucky's on the map now Who you think done gave directions? From the top and back down, we rep the country
4) Now can I please get (A picture and your signature) Sure you can miss (Oh my God my girlfriends they ain't gonna believe this) Worldwide wait nah hold up Galactic Hear
dead 'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big
Big old gigantic West Coast niggas tripping on they set Under buckets, new toys, looking out for the Elroys Decoys, D-boys, searching for destroys Cocaine for the bitch made heart
Since you've been gon' it been some rainy dayz And I'm gon' to spend it on the heart while I'm blowing haze With my dasckca shades trying to hold tills
on y'all, ya heard me? [Master P] Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em You can't come from the radio or suburb and try to hold
bar is crammed to the rafters with tales of narrowly averted disasters and the whiskey is flowin like never before as all over the country folks
can hear the Devil Speak his mind with fine graphics Things get drastic, Express for my plastic I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick Grab a hold
're holding signs saying "I love Cledus T." If it wasn't for them I'd be right in the poor house Country music fans are the best around Them's my crowd